Clementina, Part XXII [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monster, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation, TTTTFFF]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR/MODIFICATIONS, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.

Happy Horny Holidays, Clementina is back!

If you are new to this story, I suggest going back and reading the earlier parts or you will be confused.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders.

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part begins Chapter 5, and begins immediately after Part XXI ends.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story..

Clementina, Part XXII

Chapter 5: Citadel (begin chapter)

Before I had a chance to ask Makala what, exactly, she meant, we were interrupted by the voices of Clementina and Eva, my mother, coming into the Nexus, followed by Olympia and the twins, Athena and Demeter. Princess Rosie had retreated to a corner, folded her bug legs underneath her, and seemed to be drifting off to sleep. A moment later the crew found us.

We were all here, hanging out in Ona’s royal chamber. And what a strange assortment we were. The impact of the phallites on all of us was clear, and the usual phallite body ruled the room – large, pendulous, milky breasts with wide aureoles and long nipples; narrow waists; and wide hips. For those with female genitalia – large, dangling, meaty labia and clitoris. For those with male genitalia – thick, huge cocks.

Clementina was probably the most normal-looking one of us. Long dark hair cascading across her milk-engorged breasts, she was the prototypical phallite female.

Ona, her sister, was also a prototypical phallite female. She also had long dark hair and a curvy, busty body. She was currently laying on her pink mounded throne, her translucent pink anal and vaginal sheaths hanging out and dribbling slime.

Eva, my mother, blonde hair, typical phallite female body shape and bust, but a half dozen tentacles ringed her slit where her labia and clitoris would normally be positioned between her wide phallite hips.

Olympia, the slenderest of the phallite females, but still curvy. She was mostly female, but instead of a clitoris she sported a long, huge, meaty cock at the top of her vulva.

Demeter and Athena, Olympia’s twin daughters – goth chicks with platinum dyed hair. They were mostly typical phallite females except they had already been a little on the chunky side prior to taking on their symbiotes, so they were the chubbiest of all of us.

Then there were the two cave spirits.

Makala, a seven foot tall goddess with a typical phallite shape. She was blue skinned with shiny white hair, cream colored ram’s horns sprouting from her head. Her nipples were creamy white. Between her legs sprouted a huge cock. She was the only one of the crew who had a cock that rivaled my own.

Alura, green-skinned and beatiful, with a mass of tentacles below her waist where her legs should be. But deep inside those tentacles were a big cock, a vagina, and an asshole, all completely serviceable.

And finally there was myself, typical phallite female shape, but with a monster cock and testicles instead of labia, vagina, and clitoris. I was the only one of our tribe who had been male once. And I was “the One”, though we were still sorting out exactly what that meant.

Oh, and in the corner was Princess Rosie, one of the brood princesses who could fertilize Ona to produce a brood of workers. She was typical phallite female on top, but essentially a huge bug below the waist, with six legs and a carapace. She was quietly napping in the corner.

My mom and Clementina came over and stood next to me.

“You guys smell like licorice,” my mom said, slyly. “What were you up to?”

“Apparently Rosie is like a battery,” I said. “She has to be recharged after each use.”

“Sounds like fun,” Clementina said.

“So about the Door of the Three,” I said, turning to Makala. “Can we open that next?”

“Sure,” she said. “But we should wait a couple days. I think everyone needs a couple of days to recover from that adventure.”

Murmurs and nods of assent filtered around the brood chamber and everyone made for the door as my mother added a reminder that everyone should shower before getting in the pool because too much slime and dirt from the caves clogged the filters.

I was on the far side of the room so I was farthest from the door. At the end, it was just myself, Makala, and Ona, who was still lounging on her pink, slimy mound that acted as a throne.

“Let’s go,” Makala said, nodding to Ona and pointing towards the door.

“I think I’ll just lay here,” Ona said. “It’s my throne. I’m the queen.”

“You shouldn’t spend all your time down here,” Makala replied.

“Don’t I get to choose what I do? It was your prophecy that made me queen.”

“The prophecy said you were the loving, caring, giving, selfless mother. The prophecy also said you were the gaping, slathering, selfish sucking whore. You’re acting like the whore. Come on.”

“I want to stay and hang out with Rosie.”

“Rosie isn’t a companion, she’s a nursemaid, and her intelligence is minimal. She lives down here, you live up in the house. Get up. Let’s go.”

“No,” Ona said. She was being a petulant child, and she rolled over onto her stomach, turning slightly away from Makala.

“This is your last warning,” Makala said.

“Go away!”

Makala grasped Ona’s hair and lifted her head up so they were eye-to-eye.

“I said, let’s go, whore.”

Ona looked surprised but remained defiant.

“Hey, back off.”

“This is my cave, bitch,” Makala said. “I’m the cave spirit, so if I say it’s time to go, you go. Got it?”

Ona shoved Makala. The cave spirit didn’t budge, but instead lifted Ona even higher in the air by her hair, then reached down between Ona’s legs and seized her sheaths that were still hanging out. She lifted Ona bodily and put her down outside the doorway.

“Ow! Hey, that hurts!” Ona said. “Be gentle! Okay, I’m going.”

Makala and I followed Ona back up to the house, and a bit later the entire crew were in the pool or around the side, soaking in the late day sun.

“So tell me about the Door of the Three,” I said.

Makala and Alura were lounging in the pool in their human forms, Makala with her arm around Alura’s waist.

“The Door of the Three,” Makala said. “You open it by using a key like you used to open the brood chamber. This key requires the Two and the One, Olympia and Roshele.”

“Is this another in-one-end-and-out-the-other thing?” Olympia asked.

Makala nodded.

“Sweet,” Olympia said.

I gestured for Makala to continue.

“So what’s beyond the door?” I asked.

“The rooms where we raise the Citadel.”

“What’s the Citadel?”

“That, sadly, isn’t something I can tell you until we get in there. As you know by now, there are rules that govern what I can say.”

“Are we in any danger, like we were with that Succubus creature?”

“I can’t say there is no danger at all, but it’s nothing on par with what you have already faced…and what you may yet face.”

Further probing got me (or anyone else) nowhere, and after a bit we headed inside for some food then we wandered off to our own parts of the house.

The next two days were uneventful. I had a couple of classes and did some work on the house, and I kept an eye on the work the workers creatures were doing to build our direct connection between the house and the nexus (it was finished in just 36 hours). Olympia and the twins spent a lot of time up in the lab, Ona with them. Clementina helped me out with some of my chores and did some of her own, and my mom was busy with the sale of our old house. It seemed we had a new offer.

The cave spirits spent most of their time in the caves.

Random sex occurred. Mostly I fucked my mom and Clementina, but I railed Ona once and Olympia once. Oh, and my mother and I went down and hooked up with Alura one time too.

But as peaceful as things were, there were a couple of odd occurrences that happened in the intervening days and presaged what was to come.

I was walking up the hill to the trees we had planted to commemorate the lives lost to the dark phallites – including my own father. The hill was part of a large field probably four or five acres in total that had once been part of the large spread owned my Clementina’s family. As I walked up the hill I noticed that the earth was cracked in places and slightly bowed, as if something had pushed upwards from below. I showed it to the others and we decided that we should do some digging there sometime soon to see if we could discover what was erupting. If we dug down a few feet and couldn’t find anything, Olympia might be able to get a ground-penetrating radar from the university.

That evening as we were all having our evening skinny dip the sound of crows, lots of them, came from the fields, particularly the area we had seen the earth heave. Hundreds of the birds at lit in the field and were cawing and croaking loudly. It was loud enough that we had to raise our voices to be heard. We had seen crows in the field before, but this was hundreds of them. It was freakish and unnerving. When we asked Alura and Makala about it, they were evasive, as they often were when there were things they were psychically bound not to tell us yet.

The following Friday, we all made our way back down to Makala’s chamber and into the room with the cubbies and stalks beyond. We all wore swimsuits like we usually did when going into the nexus – the slime coated everything, so it was easier just to wear a bathing suit or go naked.

Makala led us to one of the cubbies and pushed back the thick streamers of pink, slimy, skin-like organic material that walled off the cubby.

Inside was a bench like there had been in the other door-opening cubbies, as well as a five-foot pink stalk coming out the center. The bench was similar to the others.

We all knew what was coming, and Olympia was already keyed up for her role. She peeled off her swimsuit and stood naked in front of the bench, looking the long pink, ribbed stalk up and down. Her long nipples atop her pendulous breasts were sending rivulets of phallite milk across her chest and her cock was already almost fully erect, sticking out 18 thick inches in front of her, a steady stream of slime pouring down from the tip. Her pussy, similarly, was trickling slime down her legs, and her pink, translucent anal sheath was already sticking six inches out of her gaping asshole, dribbling slime from the tip.

She was hot and ready. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead a glob of slime slid from her lips and down her chin, dripping off to slide across her breasts, mixing with her milk.

Olympia turned to Makala.

“Does the stalk go in my vag or my asshole?” she asked.

“The stalk goes between your legs, and Roshele’s cock goes up your ass.”

“You got it,” she said. She turned to me and leaned forward, kissing me hard on the lips. Our tongues intertwined and globs of slime passed between us, overflowing our mouths and trickling down to our matching phallite breasts that were pressed firmly together. She reached around and unhitched my bikini top, letting my milk-engorged mammaries free from their constraints. They swung slightly downwards and jiggled, full of rich, intoxicating phallite milk. Olympia leaned down and latched her lips onto one of my nipples, sucking the delightful milk from inside. I lifted the other up to my lips and drank in my own creamy emanations from my wide aureoles and long, hard nipples.

Behind me I felt Makala pull down my thong. She ran her hands down my back then slid three fingers into my sliming asshole, stretching it and causing my anal sheath to pop out. She planted her lips around my ass and sucked in my slime and sheath, then pulled upwards, stretching my sheath out several feet and pressing it between her huge blue cave-spirit tits.

Olympia let go of my gushing tits and slid down onto her knees, pulling my cock up between her own milky phallite tits and teasing the tip with her lips. My cock was already bigger than hers was and still growing. My purple meat was thick and pulsating, and the slit at the tip gaped revealing the pink tunnel running down the underside of my cock. Olympia teased the helmet of my cock, pulling it into her mouth and sliding her tongue into the first couple inches of my cock, tickling the sensitive spot just below the head from the inside. I moaned as shivers of pleasure shot through me.

Olympia pulled her tongue out of my cock and ran it down the underside all the way to my balls, teasing them and pulling them into her mouth. I moaned again and loads of slime trickled from my cock and ran down the two-foot shaft. Behind me, Makala was still tit-fucking my anal sheath.

I pulled Olympia’s face up to mine and we kissed, swapping more slime between us. Makala joined us and we had a three-way kiss, swapping my ass-slime among the three of us.

I pulled up Olympia’s mammoth chest to my mouth and sucked mouthfuls of her milk. She was so turned on and bountiful that my mouth overflowed and her milk cascaded across my chest, joining the trickles that were coming from my own erect nipples. More of her milk fell from my lips and slipped down to Olympia’s cock that hovered just below my chin. I leaned down and pulled her thick meaty head into my mouth.

I wasn’t in the mood to be shy, so I just rammed my head down on her cock, taking all eighteen inches straight down my throat and into the phallite tunnels beyond. I gagged and retched, emitting thick streamers of slime that coated her cock and my chin. But I kept pushing until her entire shaft was buried inside my throat. Above me, Olympia moaned and fresh loads of milk arced from her mountainous breasts in streamers across my head.

I pounded my head up and down her cock, slamming my lips down on the base repeatedly, then I slowly slipped my mouth back off of her meat. As her her head popped free of my throat I gagged again and more thick loads of slime shot out from my mouth, coating her already heavily-slimed meat.

“It’s time,” Makala finally said. She reached for the pink stalk, pulling it close to her, licking and sucking the thick pink head. Gushes of slime poured from the stalk as it became firmer and thicker, thicker than even my own cock.

“Are you ready?” she asked Olympia.

“I was born ready,” Olympia replied. She straddled the bench next to the stalk and bent over, her cock pressing against the bench, only to be engulfed in her gargantuan tits pressing down from above as she leaned down. Her thick, meaty labia were parted and her vaginal sheath was already partially sticking out. Above, her puckered asshole was gaping, her anal sheath prolapsing outwards.

Makala gently bent the pink stalk down and angled the tip towards Olympia’s waiting, gaping, sliming cunt.

“Fuck me,” Olympia whispered. “I want all of it inside me. I want all of it all the way through me. I want the end coming out my face. Fuck me.”

The tip of the pink stalk was gaping almost like a huge cock. Makala guided it into Olympia’s slit.

As soon as the thick, slimed shaft entered her pussy, Olympia moaned and her back arched. Her tits lifted up from the bench and jiggled above the distension in her stomach caused by the pink stalk slipping through her abdomen. The stalk had thickened under Makala’s stroking and it stretched Olympia’s slit as she slid down the long shaft.

Olympia coughed, then slowly leaned back and opened her mouth. The pink head of the stalk popped free of her mouth and a thick load of slime shot out around it, running over her already-slimed-and-milky tits.

I moved in behind Olympia and gently edged her slightly forward. Her asshole was gaped wide by the pressure of the stalk in her slit and her anal sheath was sticking out over a foot. I picked it up and sucked it, pulling in mouthfuls of her ass slime and swallowing it. Then I slid her pink sheath over my purple, pulsating meat. Olympia moaned and her asshole spread even wider, begging me to slide my cock in next to the long pink key-stalk that was already impaling her end-to-end.

I used Olympia’s sheath to stroke my cock several times, then finally slid the pulsating, gaping tip of my meat into her asshole. She moaned around the stalk in her mouth and fresh loads of slime coursed from her asshole and slit. Inch by tortuous inch I slid inside her, my cock sliding up her body against the stalk that was already inside her. The ribs on the stalk pressed against my cock as I pressed deeper and deeper. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She coughed once then her mouth stretched impossibly wide and I tightened the muscles in my cock to bring it to its full length. The purple, throbbing tip of my meat popped out of Olympia’s mouth, next to the stalk.

Makala had moved and positioned herself straddling the bench in front of Olympia, pressing her own cock against Olympia’s, and then pushing both their members between their pendulous phallite breasts. Heavy streamers of milk coursed across the thick tips of their cocks, tricking into the gaps at the tip. Makala slid her tits up and down Olympia’s cock.

I felt someone move behind me and a second later Alura’s tentacles probed my asshole. I could already feel it gaping and my sheath extending out behind me. Alura pushed my anus wide, leaning down and sucking my ass slime and licking the crinkled pink flesh around my sheath.

I glanced around the room. Demeter and Athena were kissing and fisting each other’s asshole, and my mother and Clementina were in an earnest 69 in the floor. The entire chamber stank of the licorice smell of phallite sex.

Olympia moaned and a shot of semen rocketed from her cock, almost hitting the ceiling of the room. Simultaneously a tentacle emerged from the tip of the pink stalk. It slid upwards about a foot then curved around and hovered outside the tip of my cock that was gaping almost an inch wide above where it emerged from Olympia’s distended maw. The tentacle shot straight down into my cock, pressing deeper and deeper until I felt it disappear into my body, entering that tunnel system created by the phallites.

The pink tentacle pistoned in and out of my cock and I could feel myself reaching my limit. My balls tightened and a thick load of come shot from my meat, coating the pink stalk, my cock, and Olympia’s face. Come and slime ran down her neck, tits, and chest, mixing with Olympia’s own semen. A second later Makala also unloaded and from outside in the nexus came the sound of a door opening.

My back arched as more and more semen poured from my body. The tentacle that was inside of me continued to stroke the inside of my cock until I felt like I had unloaded every drop of slime and come I owned. Finally, it withdrew, Makala stepped back, and I slowly slid out of Olympia’s asshole.

My cock was still throbbing, gushing gobs of semen and slime. Olympia, too, was still erect.

I moved to where Clementina and my mother were eating each other out. My mother was on top, her asshole pointing upwards above the tentacles that ringed her vagina – which Clementina was licking and sucking. I slipped several fingers from each hand into my mother’s asshole and pressed it open. As soon as I gaped her, her long pink anal sheath popped out, spreading a fresh load of slime across Clementina’s face.

My mother moaned something, and I slid the tip of my still-pumping huge purple cock into my mother’s gaping asshole. Slime and come poured out around my two-foot cock as I pushed inside of her. She begged me to give her everything, and I did, sliding my massive meat into her and out of her. The mixture of come and slime that poured out of her ass around my cock foamed and frothed as it ran off my balls and into Clementina’s open mouth.

As I pistoned in and out of her pink, gaping, swollen asshole, her pink sheath gripped my cock, stretching out behind her. She moaned as I worked my shaft in and out. I was still coming from my fuck with Olympia, but that didn’t matter, there was something about my mother that the moment my cock got anywhere near her, I always got hard – especially when I was pumping my mother’s gaping, waiting asshole.

She moaned again as I ramped up the pace, my balls slamming against her tentacle-lined cunt.

Behind me I felt a pair of hands feeling my asshole and I looked back. Makala was getting into position and a second later her massive cock slid into my gaping sliming ass. She reached around and squeezed my pendulous tits, sending streamers of milk across my mother’s back.

I felt my mother’s asshole quiver as another orgasm washed over her, and as Makala reamed out my own slimed asshole, my balls tightened again. A second later a fresh load of come dumped deep inside my mother’s asshole followed immediately by Makala’s load in my own ass.

Once the fucking had slowed and we all I had gathered our wits, the entire gang made their way back out to the nexus where the next door in line now stood open, a dark tunnel beyond. There was a switch just inside that lit up the corridor and a room at the far end, probably twenty feet down the tunnel.

“What do we expect to find?” I asked Makala, not sure if I might get an explanation now that we had unlocked the door, but she remained silent.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be fucking weird,” Ona said as we started down the corridor.

At the very end we entered the chamber beyond to whispers and whistles.

“Whoa,” Clementina said. “Your order of weird has been delivered.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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